His hands are poised above ivory-white keys. The room seems to hold its breath as the pianist waits, ready, waiting.

One hand touches the keys, and then he places the other. His hands press down, softly, gently, and beautiful music is released. His body sways and shoulders rock back and forth as his fingers flow gracefully across the keys, left, right, forward, back… his head nods in time to the sonata, and his eyes close as the music consumes him. Note after note he plays, peacefully, quietly.